Chapter ThreeThe long winding stairs that led up from the cellar-turned dungeon were like something else out of a medieval fairy tale. They were made of what looked like blue-veined marble, winding up into the Academy above but also downwards, never-ending into the bowels of the earth. Maybe there was more than one cell block. But there was no time to go exploring now so I began to make my way upwards, towards the kitchens above where Tomas was waiting for us.
The steps seemed to go on forever until the winding began to ease, and the last stretch became straight, leading right up to another heavy iron door at the top.
As we took the last few steps, Booth took the witch stone from my hand and shoved it into his pocket, taking the lead as if he hoped to protect me from whatever might lie o
